#neighbors (1981)

[girl-drink-drunk]

i should've known vic was gonna steal him away

[vomittedsoap]

Secret Yaoi that only I know about

But here I am making it accessible to you guys. The things I do for this family!

[[amendable document….ill remember more later probably]]]

My Fellow Americans, 1996 movie

(Old guy yaoi at its finest)

Real Men, 1987 movie

Escape from the Planet of the Apes, 1971 movie

Doctors Otto Hasslein and Lewis Dixon had insane chemistry. Couldn’t find any pictures of them together but the memory is vivid.

Neighbors, 1981 movie

(“That movie isn’t niche” idc.)

Bonus Yuri subplot between Enid and Ramona for the educated viewer.

[doppelganger-mp4]

First ever real post… and it’s fucking Vic from Neighbors

[psychokinetic-ectoplasm]

Expanding on the Vic/Earl/Reader thing: as they’re leaving at the end of a movie for the city(or wherever they were going) they could pick up a hitchhiker or something along those lines. Possibly meet someone at one of the stops they make & rope them into joining them. The moving in next door trope would be difficult…

Idk if you do characterxcharacter BUT VicxEarl would be really interesting if you went from the scene where Earl goes to see Ramona & gets roped into having coffee with & talking to Vic

Hey, anon! So, I decided to do the latter on this because as I was thinking about it, the idea hit me like a freight train. I might still do a Vic/Earl/Reader fic, but right now, here's some Vic/Earl!

(I'm also SUPER pleased with how this turned out!)

Also here on Ao3

NSFW under the cut

The Neighborly Thing To Do

“Grab a seat. I’ll fix us some coffee.”

Earl sat at the far end of the kitchen table so it was between him and Vic. The two men stared at each other like they were waiting to see what the other would do. The tension in the air between them was taut, like a rubber band waiting to snap. Earl didn’t trust Vic; that much was obvious. And yet here he was, in Vic’s house, about to have coffee with him.

When Vic removed his helmet — or whatever the hell it was — and goggles, Earl frowned a bit, seeing the bruise around his eye. 

“I feel terrible about your eye.” 

And he did. Granted, Vic deserved it in the moment, but Earl had lost control of himself. He didn’t like seeing the bruise, knowing he was responsible for it. Punching someone just wasn’t in Earl’s nature, but Vic… Vic made him act irrationally. Even in just this short amount of time knowing him, Vic drove him crazy.

Vic shrugged. “Couldn’t be helped.”

“What are you doing with all that stuff on?” Earl asked.

“I was gonna take a dive in the swamp, see if I could locate my truck and my airplane.”

Earl nodded. Fair enough. Earl then looked away, trying to look anywhere but at Vic, who was currently removing the rest of his scuba gear. It felt like he was witnessing something he shouldn’t be, like he was prying. Watching him undress… Why Vic even had the gear and suit to begin with, Earl didn't want to know. It was probably better that he didn't. He was wary, especially after Vic literally shot at him in the front yard — with the gun in question now sitting on the kitchen counter — and while he was fully expecting something bad to happen now, it didn’t. In fact, the tension in the room slowly changed from one of apprehension to… something else. Definitely aided by the fact that Vic was practically stripping in front of him…

Earl tried to ease the tension by talking about the lady who lived in the house before and who used to bake bread, but the small talk sounded fake, even to him. 

And he could feel Vic looking at him now, staring at him, daring him to look back. Earl only did when he heard a zipper being undone. Vic smirked faintly, smug that him unzipping the top of his wetsuit halfway down his chest had gotten Earl’s attention. Earl swallowed hard, not quite liking how Vic was looking at him. There was… something, some look in his blue eyes that Earl didn't want to put a name to, though it sent an unbidden thrill through him all the same. There was heat in Vic's gaze, something akin to… want, lust. It was enough to make Earl’s cock twitch with interest within the confines of his pants. What the hell?

Vic then walked around the counter. Or, perhaps swaggered would be the more appropriate term. He stopped when he was in full view of Earl, legs apart and his hands resting on what appeared to be snaps on the front of the wetsuit near his crotch. Earl felt like he was being seduced. What was it with these people?! First Ramona, now Vic?! Earl didn't exactly view himself as a catch, but this was ridiculous! Surely, he was reading too much into this. Surely, Vic wasn't trying to seduce him. Surely, he—

Oh.

Earl watched the crotch guard fall from between Vic's legs and hang there almost lewdly. Earl swallowed again and looked away as he felt his cheeks heat. Now, Vic looked even more smug as he continued around the counter and walked up to the stove. He had Earl right where he wanted him.

“Instant okay?” Vic asked, startling him out of his thoughts. 

His voice was so calm, so conversational. Totally not like Vic was trying to get a reaction out of Earl. Vic was treating this as though it was a common, everyday occurrence between them.

“Yeah,” Earl answered.

Vic stepped up to the table and set two cups down. The one in front of Earl was discolored and had a lipstick stain on the side, so it obviously hadn’t been washed. Vic still stared as if daring Earl to comment on it. Earl didn’t, partly because he was trying to determine if Vic was trying to put him off or come on to him.

Earl tried to focus on his dirty cup and not follow with his eyes the long, lean body of Vic as he moved around the kitchen. Earl didn't even swing that way! And yet… His gaze was near Vic's waist when Vic turned. Earl unwittingly licked his lips. The wetsuit left very little to the imagination, and it was obvious Vic was aroused.

“See something you like, Earl?”

Vic's voice startled him again. “Huh?” Earl asked dumbly, lifting his eyes to Vic's face.

God, he looked so damn smug… Someone should kiss that smirk right off his— Earl quickly averted his gaze, mentally chastising himself. What the fuck are you doing, Keese?!

“I said, do you see something you like?” Vic repeated, holding his hands out to the side as he walked back up to the table with the jar of coffee in hand. “There's no need to be embarrassed, Earl. It's just the two of us here.”

Earl clenched his jaw, pointedly not looking at Vic. Now, he was getting a little angry. “I don't know what you're talking about.”

“My crotch, Earl!” Vic exclaimed with a laugh. “You were checking me out!”

“Was not!” Earl snapped. “And besides, you're the one who's been making eyes at me since we walked in here!”

Vic sat down adjacent to him at the table, coffee forgotten for the moment. “I've made you uncomfortable.”

Earl cut his eyes over at Vic, debating on how to answer. “Well…”

“Tell me what I can do to make you more comfortable.”

Earl looked at him and was startled to find Vic's face so close to his. “What?”

Vic shrugged. “What can I do to make you more comfortable? After all, you're in my home. You should feel welcome. So, let me make you more comfortable. It's the neighborly thing to do.”

Earl nearly shot out of his chair when he suddenly felt Vic's hand slide onto his thigh under the table. Vic was smiling innocently at him, his gaze wandering over Earl’s face. Well, as innocent as Vic could look. There was still that look in his eyes.

“Vic,” Earl said tersely, a warning tone in his voice.

Vic paid it no mind, though, his fingers now lightly stroking Earl’s inner thigh. Earl swallowed hard, willing his body to not react to the touch or how close Vic was to him and how he could feel the man's heat. Well, will his body to not react further. Earl was already half hard from everything Vic had done up to this point, but now that Vic was touching him?

“Surely there's something I can do, Earl,” Vic practically purred. He then squeezed Earl’s thigh, making Earl’s breath hitch. Fuck, he was enjoying this too much. If only Vic would move his hand a little further up… “You're too tense. Maybe that coffee will help—”

Earl immediately panicked, thinking Vic was about to remove his hand, get up, break the moment, and leave Earl wanting. “I don't want your damned coffee!”

Vic raised his eyebrows. “Then what do you want, Earl?”

Damn him, Earl thought, stubbornly staring at the wall ahead of him as his hips shifted on their own, trying to get Vic's hand where he wanted it. Earl gritted his teeth, his breath already labored, fighting with everything in him to not give in. Come on, Keese, you're stronger than this, aren't you?! 

“This is an offer not many people get,” Vic continued, his voice quiet. There was some sort of hypnotic quality to it, quelling some of Earl's anger. “So, what do you want? You want me on my knees? Would that make you feel better?”

Despite the rush of desire Earl felt at the mental image of Vic on his knees between Earl's legs, he turned his head sharply, ready to retort with a snide comment, but he suddenly found himself kissing Vic. Roughly. A kiss Earl himself initiated. Vic hummed in surprise but eagerly returned it. It was a kiss that was all teeth and tongue and wasn't meant to be anything pleasant, and yet it only made Earl want Vic more.

As Earl’s hand came up to grip the collar of Vic's wetsuit, Vic bit down on Earl's lip, sucking and tugging on it. Earl couldn't stop the moan that spilled past his lips. 

“What do you want, Earl?” Vic murmured, holding himself in place so Earl couldn't pull him back into another kiss just yet. “Tell me, and it's yours.”

Earl felt a bit frantic, unable to think through the haze of arousal and desperate need he was feeling. He hadn't ever felt this before, not with his wife or Ramona tempting him earlier that evening. He didn't know what he wanted. He'd never done this before! Not with a man.

Earl let go of Vic's collar and slowly sat back. “I… I don't…”

Vic smiled, understanding. “How about just this then?”

Before Earl could ask what, Vic had covered Earl’s crotch with his hand. Earl gasped, his hands now gripping the table. Finally. Vic teased him through the fabric of his pants, humming when he felt Earl was already hard.

“See? You need this. You're too tense. You need some relief.”

Vic's hand suddenly left him, and Earl very nearly protested, but all Vic did was move his chair next to Earl's so they were side by side and Vic had better access to him. Earl sighed in relief when Vic's hand was on him again.

“How long has it been, Earl?” Vic asked quietly, his nose just barely touching Earl’s cheek. “How long has it been since someone else took care of you?”

Earl was too distracted by Vic touching him to really think about the implication of his words. “Too long.”

Vic smiled and began to undo Earl’s belt and pants. “Well, then, let Captain Vic take care of that.”

Earl let his head fall back as Vic freed his cock and began to lightly stroke him. Earl groaned. God, it really had been a long time since someone else had touched him. Things between him and Enid had cooled significantly in the past few years, leaving him to take care of himself. So feeling another hand on him, maybe even especially because it was Vic's hand, felt amazing.

“It’s not so bad, huh?” Vic purred. “Feels good?”

Earl shakily moaned again as Vic’s thumb teased the head of his cock. “Y-yeah, feels good.”

Vic grinned and then let go of Earl long enough to spit in his hand before resuming stroking him, this time with the spit helping his hand glide easier over Earl’s cock. Earl sucked in a shaky breath and looked down at Vic’s hand moving over him, twisting around him just right. Vic tilted his head and began to lightly kiss Earl’s neck. Or, at least, that's what Earl thought he would do. He then felt Vic’s teeth just barely worrying the tender skin of his neck. It wasn’t enough to leave a mark, but it was as though Vic was letting Earl know he could leave one if he really wanted, let everyone know who he’d been with, who’d made him feel so good. And somehow, that made Earl even more desperate.

“Vic?” he breathed.

“Yeah, Earl?”

“More. Please?”

Vic hummed and stroked him faster. “You’re getting the hang of it now. I’m a very giving guy. You just gotta ask.”

Earl tried to hold back his moans, not really wanting to give Vic the satisfaction of hearing them, but he couldn’t help it. Vic knew just how to touch him. Between the twist of his hand, the way he’d alternate between long strokes and teasing the tip, smearing the precum beading there down over his shaft, Vic already had Earl a panting mess. 

Without really thinking, Earl reached out to grab hold of Vic’s thigh, more so just to find purchase somewhere, as repeated thrills of pleasure ran through him. But part of him also wanted Vic to share in this experience. Vic caught his wrist, though, before Earl’s hand could reach his crotch.

“Easy, Earl. What kind of host would I be if I put you to work? Let me handle this.”

Earl just moaned again and nodded, his hips beginning to just barely buck into Vic’s hand as he was pushed closer and closer to the edge.

“I’m close, Vic,” Earl whispered.

“Yeah?”

He nodded frantically. “Yeah.”

Vic hummed thoughtfully. “We don’t want to make a mess, do we?”

Before Earl could fully process the words, Vic suddenly pushed Earl’s chair back and was bent over his lap, Earl’s cock in his mouth. Earl gasped, his hands flying up to grip Vic’s blond hair.

“Jesus Christ,” Earl groaned, the feeling of Vic’s hot mouth around him, sucking on, making him feel totally out of his mind. “Fuck, Vic…”

Vic hummed around him and eagerly bobbed his head, taking him completely into his mouth before withdrawing again, over and over. Earl had to cover his mouth to stifle his moans. 

It was all enough to push Earl over the edge, his grip tightening on Vic's hair and his body tensing as he came hard, spilling down Vic's throat. Earl bit the hand over his mouth, moaning repeatedly. Vic swallowed everything Earl had to offer. And it felt like Earl just kept cumming until it got to be too much, and he had to push Vic away.

Earl sagged back into his chair, fighting for breath. God, he hadn’t cum that hard in a long time. He should have felt annoyed when Vic raised up, his smug smile still firmly in place as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and tucked Earl back into his underwear and pants, but Earl liked it. For some damn reason he couldn’t explain, he liked it, as if there was some twisted part of him that wanted to please Vic. And he did. If he didn't feel so boneless right now and wasn't so out of breath, he might have thrown himself at Vic's feet to suck him off, return the favor. And if he'd been thinking more clearly, he might have wondered what the hell he was thinking.

“Feeling more comfortable now, Earl?” Vic asked.

All Earl could do was nod, still panting. To his surprise — and delight, though he’d never admit it — Vic leaned back in to peck his lips.

“Good. Now, about that coffee… Strong?”

“Not too,” he managed to breathe. 

Earl stared after Vic, who stood and put his back to him, walking over to the stove to take the kettle off the burner. He took in Vic's form again, his mind wandering, wondering what Vic's body would feel like pressed against his, what his hands and lips would feel like all over his skin… 

Earl half expected to feel guilty or dirty or something after what just happened, but he didn't. He wanted Vic to come back, though. He wanted the man to hold him or let him return the favor, or something, anything. He wasn't satisfied yet, even though he was physically sated and relaxed, just as Vic had intended.

Earl swallowed. “Uh, Vic?”

Vic turned just a bit but didn't look at him yet. “Yeah?”

“Um… what… W-what about you?”

“What about me?”

Earl cleared his throat and gestured vaguely to Vic's crotch. “I mean, don't you… you know…”

Vic smirked and walked back over with a clean cup, setting it down in front of Earl, and moving the dirty one aside. “You're not ready for that, Earl.”

Earl frowned, though he knew Vic was probably right. This was all still a bit too new for him. “What does that mean?”

Vic sat again, his hand seeking out Earl’s, but he didn't hold it. Instead, he lightly ran his fingers over the back of it, even just that innocuous touch almost making Earl shiver.

“Baby steps, Earl. Baby steps. Besides, we got time,” Vic said, flashing him a wide grin, showing off his silver tooth, and winking at him, “neighbor.”

[famousartistduh]

This movie was so funny. I still haven't watched the sequel since it wasn't as well received. Dan Aykroyd and John Belushi are also together in Neighbors (1981) which I've been meaning to watch. I love actors that do multiple films together. <3

13-5-24

[klingercollection]

thanks imdb, the spaghetti is absolutely vital to the plot

[fatmagic]

[coeurdeverre82]

neighbors (1981)

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe

warning: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), swearing, edible underwear (vic eats them)

AN: bottom gif from @allgirlghostbusters-deactivated and found on @everybodyneedsbelushiaykroy-blog

I leaned against the doorframe and stared at vic. He was working on the truck, baby sitting happily in the bed. He emerged from under the hood and wiped his hands on a rag hanging from his back pocket. Vic’s white shirt had a few grease stains on it and his hair hung in his face.

“well hello hot stuff.” I said. Vic turned and smiled at me. “This is pretty hot.” I nodded at his state of dishevelment. Vic chuckled and walked over, cupping my chin and pulling me in for a kiss.

“I don’t know.” Vic said, running his free hand over my back before squeezing my ass. His eyebrow jumped when he didn’t feel anything through my jeans. “I can think of a few things that are hotter.” He went to slide his hand into my pants but I grabbed his hand. “Is this a surprise or something?” I shrugged.

“kinda. Come up to the bedroom and see.” I said, backing away as I interlaced our fingers. Vic followed willingly, turning off the garage light and shutting the door on the way. Vic smirked as he watched me discard my shirt over my shoulder. He pressed up against me when we got to the bedroom, pressing his chest to my back and running his hands up to cover my chest. I let my hand fall back on his shoulder, smiling up at him. “Want your surprise or do you want to keep feeling me up?” Vic pressed a kiss to my neck and chuckled.

“why can’t I have both?” He asked, licking over the tendons that stood out as I tilted my head further back. “Id really like both.” I laughed and threaded my fingers through his hair.

“Vic, let me give you your surprise. I think you’re gonna like it.” Vic huffed but helped me stand up anyway. He waved his hand as I turned around. I kissed him before pulling his shirt off, kissing up his chest and burying my nose in his chest hair. Vic groaned as I gently nipped his collarbone.

“if this is it then I have no complaints.” Vic sighed as he cupped my cheeks to bring me into a kiss. I smiled into it as I undid his pants. Vic let go of me to take his pants off. “And now I think you have entirely too many clothes on.” I chuckled and broke away from him, walking backwards until I was laying on the bed. I shimmied my jeans off and Vic’s jaw dropped. “Holy fuck.” His hand went to his hair and his eyes were glued to my crotch. I wiggled a little and Vic nearly pounced on me. “Shit. I couldn’t even tell you had these on. Jesus you’re going to be the death of me.” Vic’s eyes hadn’t left my crotch that was covered in edible underwear.

“earls daughter let me have the rest of that box.” I said, eyebrow raised. “Thought it would be fun to break em out when you least expected them.” Vic nodded along, gulping as he tore his eyes away.

“oh you bet.” He nodded, crawling up my body to kiss me. “We’re gonna have a lot of fun with this.” He breathed out before capturing my lips in a deep and passionate kiss. I hummed in agreement. Vic pulled back with a smile. “It ain’t our anniversary is it? Cuz I ain’t complaining about this but I know I didn’t forget something.”

“no vic.” I laughed. “I just wanna…” I shrugged. “Make you feel good I guess.” Vic kissed me again, soft and slow.

“Make you feel good too.” Vic said. “Now if you don’t mind, I’m gonna help myself.” I laughed again as he kissed down my body, licking the underwear as he reached the waistline. “Hmmm cherry.” My cheeks heated up at the look that Vic gave me. “Popped that a while ago.” I turned my head, an uneasy smile on my face as my face grew hotter.

“Vic.” I whined. He chuckled darkly, kissing my stomach before ducking down between my legs. His nose hit me as he ripped the underwear with his teeth. My breath hitched as he licked me before going back to eating the crotch out of the underwear. “Oh fuck.” I breathed out as I looked down at him. My hand flew to his head as he teased me with a piece of the underwear. “This is so much hotter than I thought it was going to be.” Vic laughed, licking me again as I broke into a moan.

“That’s on you then.” Vic teased as he popped back up. He smiled at me as he crawled back up my body. He cupped my cheeks as he kissed me. “Next time I’m eating you out after that. A little dessert.” He smirked at me as he swiped his thumb over my bottom lip. Vic bit back a moan as I licked the pad of his thumb, pulling it into my mouth. “Next time baby. Next time.” He pulled back and lined himself up. “This time…I’m going to fuck you senseless.” I moaned at the feeling of Vic filling me.

“if I had known how hot and bothered this would get you I’d have asked for them sooner.” I gasped out. Vic growled before biting my neck. A satisfied moan slipped out as Vic licked over the indentations. My nails dug into his back as he started to slowly thrust. “Vic.” I whined, trying to lift my hips faster. He chuckled darkly before speeding up. He set a rapid rhythm before kissing me again. Vic licked my lip, gently slipping his tongue into my mouth when I sighed. He hummed happily as his hands slipped down to my hips. He shifted, sitting back on his knees and pulled me with him. Vic tossed his head back, flipping his hair out of his face. He gave me a smile, gold tooth glinting in the light. “Fuck me you’re hot.” Vic chuckled as his hands kneaded my ass.

“you should see what I’m looking at.” Vic said. I whined as he angled his hips to thrust deeper. Vic pulled me up slightly while he bent over and kissed along the skin he could reach. Various marks adorned my body as he grunted before laying me back down.

“Fuck. Vic!” I moaned as I came. Vic snickered as he pulled back, watching me as I fell apart around him. Without warning, he pulled out of me. Vic closed his hand around his cock and thrust into his hand, coming in spurts along my stomach. Cum landed on the underwear as well and Vic moaned as he watched. “Jesus Vic. What was that about?” I laughed as I sat up. Vic gave me a smile, shrugging as he sat back on his heels.

“thought it would be hot.” He said. I rolled my eyes and ripped off a piece of underwear, popping it into my mouth. Vic gulped as he watched me.

“what?” I asked, licking his cum from my fingers. “Not like you’d eat it now that it’s covered in your cum.” Vic raised an eyebrow at me and ripped off a piece that was drenched in cum. Vic ate it without a second thought, holding his hand out for me to lick his fingers clean. I smirked at him as I sucked his fingers. Vic’s smile faltered as he watched me. His cock twitched at the sight of me covered in his cum and sucking his fingers. I let go of his fingers and ripped off the last cum covered piece. I held it up to his lips and Vic ate it, licking my fingers clean in the process. Vic leaned down over me, eyes blown wide with lust.

“now that that’s taken care of, why doesn’t captain Vic make you feel as good as you made me feel?” He whispered, rubbing his hard cock against my entrance.

“Oh hell yes.” I moaned as he thrust into me and pulled me into a bruising kiss.

[reynard61]

I can only hope that our relations with our Northern neighbor don't devolve into something like this:

[girl-drink-drunk]

your honor, i really thought they were gonna kiss here for a split second

[marvelsmostwanted]

There are people – some in my own Party – who think that if you just give Donald Trump everything he wants, he’ll make an exception and spare you some of the harm. I’ll ignore the moral abdication of that position for just a second to say — almost none of those people have the experience with this President that I do. I once swallowed my pride to offer him what he values most — public praise on the Sunday news shows — in return for ventilators and N95 masks during the worst of the pandemic. We made a deal. And it turns out his promises were as broken as the BIPAP machines he sent us instead of ventilators. Going along to get along does not work – just ask the Trump-fearing red state Governors who are dealing with the same cuts that we are. I won’t be fooled twice.

I’ve been reflecting, these past four weeks, on two important parts of my life: my work helping to build the Illinois Holocaust Museum and the two times I’ve had the privilege of reciting the oath of office for Illinois Governor.

As some of you know, Skokie, Illinois once had one of the largest populations of Holocaust survivors anywhere in the world. In 1978, Nazis decided they wanted to march there.

The leaders of that march knew that the images of Swastika clad young men goose stepping down a peaceful suburban street would terrorize the local Jewish population – so many of whom had never recovered from their time in German concentration camps.

The prospect of that march sparked a legal fight that went all the way to the Supreme Court. It was a Jewish lawyer from the ACLU who argued the case for the Nazis – contending that even the most hateful of speech was protected under the first amendment.

As an American and a Jew, I find it difficult to resolve my feelings around that Supreme Court case – but I am grateful that the prospect of Nazis marching in their streets spurred the survivors and other Skokie residents to act. They joined together to form the Holocaust Memorial Foundation and built the first Illinois Holocaust Museum in a storefront in 1981 – a small but important forerunner to the one I helped build thirty years later.

I do not invoke the specter of Nazis lightly. But I know the history intimately — and have spent more time than probably anyone in this room with people who survived the Holocaust. Here’s what I’ve learned – the root that tears apart your house’s foundation begins as a seed – a seed of distrust and hate and blame.

The seed that grew into a dictatorship in Europe a lifetime ago didn’t arrive overnight. It started with everyday Germans mad about inflation and looking for someone to blame.

I’m watching with a foreboding dread what is happening in our country right now. A president who watches a plane go down in the Potomac – and suggests — without facts or findings — that a diversity hire is responsible for the crash. Or the Missouri Attorney General who just sued Starbucks – arguing that consumers pay higher prices for their coffee because the baristas are too “female” and “nonwhite.” The authoritarian playbook is laid bare here: They point to a group of people who don’t look like you and tell you to blame them for your problems.

I just have one question: What comes next? After we’ve discriminated against, deported or disparaged all the immigrants and the gay and lesbian and transgender people, the developmentally disabled, the women and the minorities – once we’ve ostracized our neighbors and betrayed our friends – After that, when the problems we started with are still there staring us in the face – what comes next.

All the atrocities of human history lurk in the answer to that question. And if we don’t want to repeat history – then for God’s sake in this moment we better be strong enough to learn from it.

I swore the following oath on Abraham Lincoln’s Bible: “I do solemnly swear that I will support the constitution of the United States, and the constitution of the state of Illinois, and that I will faithfully discharge the duties of the office of Governor .... according to the best of my ability.

My oath is to the Constitution of our state and of our country. We don’t have kings in America – and I don’t intend to bend the knee to one. I am not speaking up in service to my ambitions — but in deference to my obligations.

If you think I’m overreacting and sounding the alarm too soon, consider this:

It took the Nazis one month, three weeks, two days, eight hours and 40 minutes to dismantle a constitutional republic. All I’m saying is when the five-alarm fire starts to burn, every good person better be ready to man a post with a bucket of water if you want to stop it from raging out of control.

Those Illinois Nazis did end up holding their march in 1978 – just not in Skokie. After all the blowback from the case, they decided to march in Chicago instead. Only twenty of them showed up. But 2000 people came to counter protest. The Chicago Tribune reported that day that the “rally sputtered to an unspectacular end after ten minutes.” It was Illinoisans who smothered those embers before they could burn into a flame.

Tyranny requires your fear and your silence and your compliance. Democracy requires your courage. So gather your justice and humanity, Illinois, and do not let the “tragic spirit of despair” overcome us when our country needs us the most.

Sources:

• NBC Chicago & J.B. Pritzker, Democratic governor of Illinois, State of the State address 2025: Watch speech here | Full text

• Betches News on Instagram (screencaps)

[psychokinetic-ectoplasm]

OKAYYY - hear me out:

A Vic & Earl (Neighbors 1981) x reader fic…

I don’t mind where it goes but if you need ideas lemme know

Now that I've finally seen the movie, I'll be more than happy to write this! (I REALLY need to write about Vic, omg)

But yeah, since it's still so new to me, some ideas would be great!

[bjqoxd]

facts abt jeffrey dahmer [?part one, maybe]

as a censorship in some words (at the beginning or in the middle) there will be a period. sorry for this. i could not find a normal list of banned words, and i dont want this post to be deleted

at the age of 6, he underwent an inguinal hernia operation;

in 1981, he was suspended from military service for alcoholism;

his IQ was estimated at 145;

favorite movies: Star Wars: Return of the Jedi, Exorcist 3, Blade Runner, and Faces of Death;

used soilax (but not only) to dissolve fl.esh and hair;

for some time he was a churchgoer, but eventually realized that he was an atheist;

realized he was gay at the age of 13-14, but didn't tell his family about it;

he dru.gged his vi.ctims not only for sex, but also just to have someone with him, as Jeffrey suffered from deep loneliness;

in his own words, he loved cats very much (or rather, in the words of Vernell Bass, Jeffrey's neighbor);

the vertical striped shirt worn for the first court hearing belonged to the son of Pat Kennedy (the detective);

lived in oxford apartments at 924 North 25th Street;

Jeffrey, unlike many serial ki.llers, never ki.lled animals, but only collected de.ad ones and d.issected them. in addition to cats, he generally loved animals and once had a dog himself;

he tried to turn one of his vi.ctims into a zombie, but it all failed;

commonly known facts but anyway: 14.1. first tried al.cohol as a teenager; 14.2. did not wear glasses at court hearings where the victims' parents were present so as not to see their faces;

he was jealous of his parents towards his brother, David, and was generally often irritated by his behavior;

served in West Germany from July 1979 to March 1981;

jeffrey was not a pe.dophile;

the reports of Jeffrey's ca.nnibalism were exaggerated;

Jeffrey did not have s.ex with Steven Hicks (the first victim);

he did not dismember his vi.ctims with a power saw 'cause he was afraid of being caught, so he only used a hacksaw and a standard saw;

in his interviews and during interrogations he explained his mu.rders by the desire to keep the person with himself and as a means of control.

photos #3, 4, 5, 6, 7: books abt jeffrey

photo #8: jeffrey in the middle school

photo #9: jeffrey (left) and his childhood friend, lее

photo #11: contents of jeffrey fridge

photo #13: jeffrey and frisky, his dog

thanks for your attention! let me know if you want more (about jeffrey or someone else, idk)

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neighbors 1981 is a movie about insane people, throuples, mental breaks, and arson.